The Inescapable Price Of Liberty

It Was Close; But That's The Way It Is In War. You Win Or Lose, Live Or Die - And The Difference Is Just An Eyelash.

In My Dreams I Hear Again The Crash Of Guns, The Rattle Of Musketry, The Strange, Mournful Mutter Of The Battlefield.

I Am Concerned For The Security Of Our Great Nation; Not So Much Because Of Any Threat From Without, But Because Of The Insidious Forces Working From Within.

This Does Not Mean That You Are Warmongers. On The Contrary, The Soldier Above All Other People Prays For Peace, For He Must Suffer And Bear The Deepest Wounds And Scars Of War. But Always In Our Ears Ring The Ominous Words Of Plato, That Wisest Of All Philosophers: "only The Dead Have Seen The End Of War.

The Best Luck Of All Is The Luck You Make For Yourself.